"I understand, go ahead with your work," Sheng Shaochen was about to dial Ye Shu’s mobile number when suddenly, a call from a number he extremely disliked came through.
"Shaochen, Ruxin is missing—what should we do now, wuuwuu..." As soon as the call connected, Mrs. Han’s sobbing voice came from the other end.
"What happened?" Sheng Shaochen’s brows slightly furrowed.
"I don’t know either. I went out for something today, and when I came back, she wasn’t at home. I asked the housemaids, and none of them knew anything. Her leg had just started to get better, and now she ran off somewhere. If anything happens to her, I won’t be able to live with myself..."
"Then you should call the police." Sheng Shaochen had a very poor impression of Mrs. Han, so he hung up the phone without another word, then sent a message to his Han City branch office, asking them to help look for her.
"Chenchen, whom were you just calling? What police?" The Old Lady asked worriedly.
"It’s nothing, Grandma. A wrong number while looking for my daughter. I’ve told her to call the police."
"Oh, as long as everything is fine. Ah, right, the girl we were just talking about—where is she?" The Old Lady was genuinely eager to meet the girl who had cured her grandson of his strange illness.
"Old Madam, there is a girl outside wearing a blue dress asking to see you. She doesn’t have an invitation, so I’ve stopped her," the butler reported cautiously.
Bai Yueru heard it was a girl in a blue dress and immediately said happily, "Mom, she’s already here!"
"Oh, then please, quickly invite her in!" The Old Lady finally let go of Sheng Shaochen’s hand, took a hot towel handed to her by the maid, and pressed it to her eyes. She was going to look the girl over clearly and attentively to make sure the girl could match her bright and beautiful grandson.
"Yes, Old Madam. I will bring her in now," the butler bowed his head and withdrew.
Soon enough, the old butler brought the girl into the garden.
Sheng Shaochen and Bai Yueru were both taken aback. How could it be her?
"Brother Chen, it’s Grandma’s birthday—why didn’t you tell me? Luckily, I arrived just in time," Han Ruixin said as she approached the Old Madam and knelt on one knee. "Grandma, I wish you a happy birthday. I know you lack for nothing, so I embroidered a hand warmer for you myself. Inside there is a heat molecule bag—on cold days, just give it a gentle shake, and it will generate heat through friction."
After speaking, Han Ruixin handed a pink hand warmer to the Old Lady.
"Wow, you’re really quite skillful with your hands." The Old Lady saw that the little pouch wrapped around the hand warmer was indeed embroidered by hand, with the character for longevity on the front and for fortune on the back.
"Why did you come?" Sheng Shaochen pulled Han Ruixin aside, "Your mother just called me; you should go back."
"Hey, hey, hey, is that how you talk?" the Old Lady, seeing the girl in front of her with a delicate appearance but distinct features and actions that show an understanding of propriety, pulled Han Ruixin back to take a closer look, "Why do you look different from the magazines..."
"Is it? Maybe it’s the photographer’s different angles, Grandma." Han Ruixin’s mood immediately lifted. Her mother and others had said that Grandma Sheng was a weird-tempered old lady, very difficult to get along with. But now it seemed that wasn’t the case at all. Moreover, it seemed Grandma had been paying attention to magazines that mentioned her, which meant Grandma had already acknowledged her existence.